My Betty VI

The room would have been a bland mix of beige and white, if Betty and Lauren hadn’t decorated. The carpeting and walls were both plain, ugly and sealed with a boring hue. A black couch sat in the middle of the living room, instantly stealing the attention of anyone who entered the apartment. The dark leather added a heaviness to the room, centering all focus upon its curvy features. Across the room a large TV was stitched to the wall. It was a shimmering dark void in the gloom.

The room was open and spacious. No walls divided the living room, kitchen and dining room. They were wrapped by four walls, and sectioned off only by furniture. After entering, one’s eyes naturally came to the kitchen, after focusing on the couch. The kitchen, though small, had been outfitted with a set of modern appliances. A new stove and hood lined the wall. The chromed surface seemed to glow in the moonlight. An island stood opposite of the stove, and a cute pot rack dangled over the prep area.

Following this large living room-kitchen, one would enter a hallway that forked off to the rest of the rooms. A pair of bedrooms, an office and bathroom. Overall, it was a large and roomy apartment. The girls thought the expansive rooms were a wonderful get away from the commotion of city life. They could unwind here, and be themselves.

The front door burst open with a fiery blast of laughter. Lauren led Steven into her apartment with a cheerfully ferocious smile. She entered, waving her arm across the room, showcasing the simple room to Steven. He stepped inside and was instantly taken aback at the scope and scale of the room. The ceilings, though boring, were tall. Oak beams shot across the ceiling, holding the upper floors in place and providing a warm accent.

“I like the place,” Steven admitted. “Very roomy.”

“My thoughts exactly,” Lauren said making her way to the bedroom. “I have to change out of this dress. Wait out here?”

Steven nodded as Lauren walked down a hallway unzipping the back of her dress as she went.

“I don’t mind,” Steven giggled to himself, gawking at her. Slowly, more skin was exposed as the zipper dropped. I don’t mind at all, he finished his thought in the quietness of his mind. He looked around the apartment, scanning the walls and pictures. They lined nearly every surface, collecting dust while displaying old and less agile memories.

“This feels much better,” Lauren said walking out from her bedroom. Steven turned around to find Lauren in a flowy short sleeve shirt and skintight pants. “How do I look?”

“Great,” Steven said approvingly. Lauren grinned as she pulled her hair back. The sound of the door opening tore Steven’s attention away from Lauren. “Betty, right?”

“Yeah, Steven, I suppose?” Betty said walking through the door.

“You’re home,” Lauren said softly.

“You thought I’d miss this?” Betty cackled locking the door.

“What?” Steven asked. He was suddenly confused, and slightly afraid, though he couldn’t tell why.

“You,” Betty said. “Lauren has been talking about you for a while. You thought I’d miss meeting you?”

“I don’t know,” Steven said taking his jacket off. Why me, he thought trying to dissect the conversation. He folded his jacket and laid it on the back of the couch. “Am I that important?”

“You might say that,” Lauren said yanking the cork out of a wine bottle.

“I am?” Steven asked, holding back his joy. “Do you think I’m that important Betty?”

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Sometimes, I’m an indie author with a passion for crafting stories. Other times, I am a Grad student working on a professional degree. In the moments when I am writing or studying, I am a fortunate husband with a loving wife. Most importantly, she puts up with my constant writing pursuits and need to talk about philosophy.
I absolutely love writing about social issues and controversial topics. I believe that people should discuss the subjects they’re afraid of and that challenge them. I think that if we all talked about the taboo things in life, we could root out all the evil and vicious themes from the darker corners of life.
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